
(let go | blair golden)
It may be interesting to note, before Shotwell, before editorials, before my infatuation with fashion, I was a photographer.
Lately ive been feeling nostaligic and suprisingly appreciative of the work i used to produce. I fell in love with photography in highschool and became literally obsessed. In the summers, when i lived with my grandmother in the mountains, where i knew noone and was, for all intents and purposes, alone, i devoted all my time to thinking and photography. I used it as an outlet for my romanticized notions of love, and along with illustration and painting, i created romantic sonnets for noone. And since there was noone to love, noone to immediately appreciate my work, i despised it. It turned into more of a addictive burden than an enriching affair. When i started at The Academy Of Art University, i continued to work with the medium, but gradually and then suddenly, i stopped, partly because of being too busy, partly because one of my main cameras and computer broke, and partly because i needed to distance myself emotionally.
Ive been wanting to get back into it, to style and shoot my own shoots.
Im getting the old camera fixed.
(when i arrive | blair golden)
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